Chapter 18
Moments later, strong arms wrapped around Ivy from behind, pulling her gently back against a solid, familiar chest. A warm chin rested comfortably on her shoulder as Ronan buried his face in her dark hair, breathing in her scent.
"You're working too hard again," Ronan muttered against her skin, his hands coming to rest securely around her waist.
Ivy leaned back into his embrace, a soft smile curving her lips as she dropped her pen onto the desk. "I'm just making sure our house is running properly, Mr. Blackwood."
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"It runs perfectly," Ronan whispered, turning her chair around so she faced him directly. He knelt down on one knee right before her, just as he had months ago in this very room—except this time, there was no shadow of fear or uncertainty between them.
From his pocket, he produced a velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring of deep, flawless black diamonds set in platinum—stark, powerful, and entirely unique.
